String Carol grimes September 2018 ©
I love to sing, I would love to fly, to wing it and sing it-
please wrap it – and tie it with string for me.
String rhymes with sing and wing, I like string –
A useful thing- made of many colours,
textures, thickness, and weight.
To hold your trousers when you have forgotten a belt.
Khipu for the Inca and for Sailors a half hitch or a figure of eight,
Alpine Butterfly or Ashleys Bend,
Twine rhymes with mine, heart beating, mouth singing,
hands waving, in order to fly,
don’t unwind my one ball of string, I need it to wrap a parcel,
tie a knot, cats cradle –
you can do a lot with string,
Grandmothers saved it, along with paper,
envelopes and elastic bands.
You never know when you might need such things.
‘Waste not, want not.’
For Knots – in the end, we will always need string, rope, and twine.
String, with its sister twine and an old Grandfather’s rope –
mine to unwind.
To prop up an old gnarled tree, a gate or –
a shrub gone wild in the wind.
Bowline or Hitch for sewing a stitch on a patch,
ships sail or a tent.
String, a humble thing, but necessary.
I am upset when there is no string handy,
ready, for doing the things that need string.
A simple but beautiful, and sometimes life saving thing.
String, my ode to String. c.g. ©